For a long moment, he said nothing.
Then, finally—
“…She doesn’t know,” he admitted.
I raised an eyebrow.
“About what?”
“Any of this,” he said. “The accounts. The house. The… situation.”
I let out a small breath.
Of course she didn’t.
“You might want to tell her,” I said. “Before she finds out the way I did.”
He nodded slowly, still staring at the papers.
“Does she know you’re still married?” I added.
He didn’t answer.
That was answer enough.
I straightened.
“You have forty-eight hours,” I said. “After that, I stop being generous.”
He looked up at me, something unreadable in his expression now.
“You’ve changed,” he said.
I almost smiled.
“No,” I replied. “I’ve been paying attention.”
Then I turned and walked out, leaving him alone with the consequences he had spent years pretending wouldn’t exist.
—
What Mauricio still didn’t understand…
Was that I wasn’t the only person whose life he had just dismantled.
